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His spirit sees you here to-night, and I know his
heart is glad. Bring the drums!5

The big medicine drum was brought into the
lodge. It was the same big drum that our re-
nowned White Dog had so many times awed us
with during his weird career as our medicine-
man. We had guarded it above all things
throughout our calamitous days in the Rockies,
but never once had it been removed from its
covering of skin, put on there by the mystic
hands of White Dog himself.

'Boom, boom — boom-koom — boom, boom!
Everyone sat still as the thundering notes of this
drum came to us for the first time since that fate-
ful night over the buffalo head, when White Dog
was making his last bid to the Spirits to get the
outcome of our impending battle with the Crows.
No one sang—-just the drum.

Presently, in a voice ever so low, White Dog's
widow chanted one verse of his famous medicine
song—the song he had sung the night he died.
Then we relapsed into silence again.

A freezing wind howled fitfully through the
flap of the lodge. Aroused and made uneasy by
the sound of the tom-tom at this strange hour
of the night, some of our dogs shoved their noses
high into the heavens and howled the plaintive
call of the timber-wolf. Now and then a muffled
grunt from some corner of the lodge—and then